Kuya fights my  return to Mwisho wa Lami as deputy

Saturday March 19 2016

I went back to the staffroom once the students settled in class. No sooner had I sat down than Kuya arrived in school, and came to the staffroom.“Chief thanks for visiting us, how is Daraja Mbili?” He asked me. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGAH

I went back to the staffroom once the students settled in class. No sooner had I sat down than Kuya arrived in school, and came to the staffroom.“Chief thanks for visiting us, how is Daraja Mbili?” He asked me. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGAH 

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Thanks to Bensouda, the moment I got confirmation that I had been taken back to Mwisho wa  Lami as the substantive deputy HM, I did not even wait to receive official communication on the changes. I could not wait. The next morning, I reported to to the school and walked straight to the Deputy HM’s office. 

The deputy’s office was under lock and key so I sat in the staffroom.  Office or no office, key on my agenda was to address the historical injustices that Kuya, the purported deputy, had committed in my absence within the short time I was away. I started by looking at the school timetable and duty roster that were in the staffroom.

Even a fool could see the glaring discrepancies in the time table. Teachers had mixed up classes, there were many unnecessary double lessons and there were several instances where tough subjects like math and science followed each other. There was more.

A closer look showed that Lena, her hair notwithstanding, was the clear beneficiary. On almost all the days, she had classes between 11am and 2pm. This meant that she could get to school late and leave early. The same Lena was not on the school weekly duty roster for the whole term. One would have expected Lena to use the time she had on her hands to improve her hair but she did not.

My ever alert ears had come across intelligence that after I left, Kuya had ‘attempted’ Sella by giving her few and good lessons. But when Sella refused to enter Kuya’s box, he withdrew these favours from Sella and gave them to Lena.


No one knows for sure if Lena had responded positively, but given her choice of hair style, no one would be surprised if she fell for Kuya. But there was no way Sella would have been convinced with a few good lessons. Having set her eyes on me, an intellectually inferior person would never have convinced her.

So that morning, I drew up a new timetable, but kept it in my notebook, as it would only be made public at the right time.  Needless to say, Sella and Nzomo got very good slots on the timetable. Each had at least two days every week when they arrived late and left early to coincide with my programme.

 I was careful enough to ensure that this happened on separate days for them to avoid any possible conflict. I also came up with a new duty roaster, with Lena being assigned role the next week.

By 7.30am, no teacher had arrived, including Oscar, who was the teacher on duty. I got out of the office and went to supervise menial work. The pupils were too happy to see me and as such they worked without much supervision.

I went back to the staffroom once the students settled in class. No sooner had I sat down than Kuya arrived in school, and came to the staffroom.

“Chief thanks for visiting us, how is Daraja Mbili?” He asked me.

“It’s ok although I haven’t been there for some time now,” I said.  “I see here people do what they want?” I added.

“What do you mean people do what they want? You must be having very little on your plate at Daraja Mbili to start poking you nose into Mwisho wa Lami affairs,” he said arrogantly.

“This is not the school I left. The pupils did school cleaning unsupervised and it is snow 8.10am yet no teacher has arrived. This is not the Mwisho wa Lami that I left.”

“And so what,” he said. “Is it any of your business?”

“Yes it is Kuya, I am back here as deputy,” I told him.

“Tell me that is a joke Dre,” he said. Visibly surprised. “And what happens to me?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “You can ask whoever appointed you to be Deputy HM.”


“It is now 8.10 and no teacher has arrived at school. No teacher was around to supervise clean-up and there is no one in any of the classes.”

“Get me the keys to the deputy’s office,” I said.

“I remain the deputy of this school until otherwise advised,” he said.

“Do you have any official letter appointing you to be the deputy of this school?” I asked him. “I can show you the letter appointing me.”

“Those are mere papers that can be reversed,” he said, clearly defeated on realising he had no letter.

Just then, three teachers arrived. Sella, Oscar and Mrs Atika. They were all happy to see me and as they left for class, I informed that them we would be having a staff meeting at 9.30am. “Please inform the rest.”

They all went to class, leaving Kuya and I in the office. “I am going to the county education office today and I can assure you I will bring you your letter taking you back to Daraja Mbili,” he said.

He opened the deputy’s office, picked his bag and as he opened, I tried to force myself in. Being very muscular, Kuya easily pushed me away but I resisted and tried to force myself into the office.

“Stop it Kuya!” I heard someone shout behind. It was Nzomo who had just arrived and her shouts attracted other teachers in the staffroom.

“What is it Kuya?” asked Mrs Atika.

He did not speak, but closed the deputy’s office, mounted his motorcycle and left.

The other teachers streamed in and by 9.30am, almost everyone was in. At 9.30am, the teachers who were in class were called back and I opened the meeting once everyone was seated. I announced to them that I have been brought back as the deputy of the school due to great public demand and that I was keen to restore the glory of the school.


Lena arrived as I was speaking. Allow me not to talk about her hair.

I invited the teachers to suggest things we could change.

Most teachers complained about the timetable saying that Kuya had not listened to their views at all. Others also complained about the duty roaster.

“How can I be on duty twice this term and there is a teacher here who is not on the duty roster this term?” wondered Nzomo.

“Just say my name and stop saying someone,” said Lena. “When I was on duty twice last term and you did nothing did you hear me complaining?” she asked Nzomo.

“I was on duty last term but it was during strike you woman,” Nzomo said. The shouting match between the two women only stopped after I intervened. I told them that I had already seen the discrepancies in the timetable and would correct them.

“Expect a new timetable by the weekend,” I immediately left for the county office to ensure that Kuya did not shortchange me. I appointed Nzomo as the acting deputy in my absence.